Worry Bunnies

Paper tigers.

Paper demons.

Specters forged of tissue and sticky paper.

When the sun becomes obscured by some thin cloud coverage, should we all fret that the world will die for lack of sunlight as he might (our sun) never return to us?

Folly – folly that is all consuming and crippling – who can sit and enjoy the shade if they fear that the sun will never shine again, plagued by their thoughts that wake up the harpy-butterflies of anxiety in their core?


Published by

Frankie Lass

I want to inspire the rekindling of imaginary worlds. I want to nurture mad little monsters that have been starved of their need to create.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s